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Life’s work well done

I hope that I can feel this way when I die – “life’s work well done, now comes rest.” I remember listening to my grandmother and her sisters talk about death when I was a child, and I very clearly remember my grandmother saying that when she was younger, she was afraid of death, but now she was content with the life she had lived and it wasn’t something that preyed on her mind as much. I also had the privilege of having my grandfather telling me less than 2 months before he died that he had done everything he wanted to do in his life. I know I’m not there yet in my own thinking about my mortality.